Whatever Necessary (standard:science fiction, 2334 words)
Author: Jax	Added: Sep 06 2007	Views/Reads: 3225/2170	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Life inside the walls

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fell asleep. When he woke up he found that each of the jeeps was full 
of gas and the guns were full of ammunition. The keys were even in the 
jeeps! Instructions were posted inside the jeep about what areas needed 
to be “hit” and what needed to be killed. None of the streets was real, 
and it referred to Plebeians often. Breiod decided to explore the 
warehouse. He found a backroom. In it were a filing cabinet, a chair, 
and a desk. On the desk was a letter. “In order to remain in power, we 
must quash the Plebian movement. If those rebels spread word that the 
outside is safe, the city will be empty in a day. Do whatever 
necessary, use whatever you need, but have them all dead by January 3rd 
2018.And By the way, Congratulations on covering up the scout parties' 
discoveries.  Signed, President Margeip Gisoth.” December 31st 2017 
10:49 P.M. Greg stood in a room with hundreds of other soldiers. This 
mission was beginning to scare him. He was always a failure in life, so 
he had joined the army, but he was beginning to feel that this was a 
mistake. After years of getting paid for doing nearly nothing, he now 
had to do serve his city. According to the general, some rebels had 
established a new city in the outside. This, to Greg's surprise was 
actually safe. But no one was supposed to know that. That was their 
mission. Silence the rebels. By killing them. They called themselves 
Plebians and they were the new public enemy number one. The soldiers 
were outfitted with weapons, and loaded into jeeps. Greg stared out in 
font of him and mentally prepared for combat. December 31st 2017 10:50 
P.M. Breiod hid, even though he was wear a police office's uniform, the 
soldiers would still probably kill him. They streamed in by the 
hundreds and boarded the jeeps. Breiod snuck on to the back of the last 
one in the exit line, and hoped for the best. The streets were clear, 
so no one saw him clutching on. He saw the edge of the city nearing, 
and the gates opening. “Here we go,” he muttered to himself and the 
jeep entered the outside. Even though he knew the outside was safe, he 
couldn't shake the feeling that he was entering death. It did not take 
long to reach the Plebian base, but when they got there, something was 
wrong. It was on fire. December 31st 2017 11:07 P.M. Something wasn't 
right. Even from the back of the jeep, Greg could see bright flames and 
smoke coming from the rebel base, and heard gunfire and screams in the 
background. A tight feeling entered Greg's gut as the jeep approached 
the low wall. There was blood all over t. The gate was broken in burnt 
sizzling pieces. The jeep went inside and revealed a flaming city of 
chaos. The top gunner fired like crazy, and killed the rebels around 
Greg. But most were already dead, and had gouge-marks all over their 
body. The jeep in front was suddenly blown away, killing all inside. 
Greg's jeep stopped suddenly, as a fragment broke the windshield and 
smased the driver's head. Greg jumped out and was immediately 
confronted with a new enemy. It was a twisted mutation of humanity. The 
government of the city thought them dead long ago. They were formed 
during the nuclear war. They were ruthless killers, designed by an old 
country, the USA, to combat the Russian Alliance, in 2009. Instead the 
destroyed their controllers and most of the world. Greg emptied his 
clip into the mutant in front of him, and turned to find a horde of 
them destroying the jeep. The gunner, which was strapped in, was eaten 
alive. Greg could still hear the poor man's screams as he ran for his 
life. December 31st 2017 11:12 P.M. Breiod was out of breath. The jeep 
he was on had just stopped, and so he had ran for cover. A horde of 
strange mutants had appeared, and they were rampaging across the ruined 
city. He found shelter in a ruined villa. A flaming jeep rolled by, 
crawling with mutants. Breiod had heard of these creatures, but they 
were thought to be all dead. Their presence resembled the possibility 
of radioactivity. Maybe the outside wasn't safe after all. Breiod saw 
an abandoned jeep a few hundred feet in front of him. He ran for it. 
Nobody seemed to notice him. He hopped into the driver's seat. Some 
soldiers ran for the jeep, hopeful to get a ride. There were three of 
them. Two were holding the third, which was bleeding from the stomach. 
“Get aboard!” he yelled, “Hurry!” They climbed in and Breiod slammed on 
the pedal. Away from the burning Plebian city they rode, and to the 
safety of their own city. Little did they know about the extra 
passenger under the jeep. December 31st 2017 11:15 P.M. Greg was 
hunkered down in a bombed out building, and waited out the next horde 
of mutants. He was nearly out of ammo, and very tired. He got a glimpse 
of a workable jeep, and sprinted for it. On the way, he tripped. 
Falling to the ground, he saw a bloody police officer reach it first. 
“Dammit!” he thought, and pulled himself up. A mutant was in front of 
him, and it roared spittle all over his face. Before Greg could shoot 
it, it swung its claws and tore through his gut. Gunfire rattled, and 
the mutant fell. Two soldiers helped him to the Jeep. “Get aboard!” the 
police officer yelled, “Hurry!” He pulled himself aboard, and rested. 
When he opened his eyes he saw the looming gates of the city. They 
opened, and Greg prepared to get out. However, as he stood up, a 
disfigured hand broke through the floor of the jeep, and grabbed his 
foot. He fired his weapon at the hand and ran for his life, while 
clutching his bleeding gut. A mutant fell on his back, and he screamed 
as it began to gnaw away his flesh. The last thing he saw was the feet 
of hundreds of mutants running amok. Still barely alive, the sharp pain 
was slowly erased by a numb, warm feeling. Greg happily accepted his 
death. He never noticed his own screaming. December 31st 2017 11:39 
P.M. Breiod pulled the jeep into the waiting room of the city. He 
jumped out, and approached the inner city gates. He heard a panicked 
yell and gunfire. Whirling around, he saw the wounded soldier 
scrambling from the jeep, only to be assaulted from the top by a 
mutant. As the screaming soldier went down, a tremendous explosion blew 
the gates open and mutants rushed in. They leaped on top of men, 
tearing away their flesh. Breiod picked up a dropped rifle, and ran to 
defend the inner gate. But the swarm was too big. Mutants leaped over 
Breiod's head and killed the men behind him, while others attacked from 
the front. Tanks rolled out of sheds, firing continuously. Breiod ran 
back to his jeep, and did not stop firing. He reached the top mounted 
gun, and poured bullets into the teeming mass. But more kept coming. 
One particular mutant leaped onto Breiod's back, and tore off his head, 
before continuing on towards the gate. One of the mutants had found a 
bomb, and blew into the inner city. 

December 31st 2017 11:57 P.M. President Margeip Gisoth watched from his
window at the events unfolding in the city below him. The tidal wave of 
mutants charged the city, and fires started everywhere. Gunfire and 
screams, smoke and death filled the air. Margeip had never intended it 
to end this way. He thought the Outside was safe, and that he needed to 
protect his power. All his scientists had proven the mutants dead, and 
he did need to protect the city, by silencing fools who wished to 
return to the wasteland. These reassurances did not ease his gut, and 
as the mutants reached his house, he sat down and sighed. They tore 
down walls, and killed his guards. They broke down his doors and 
devoured him as well. And as the New Year came, humanity went. The End 


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